Salsa

Don't you bring me any flowers

Flowers wither by the day

No more promise of tomorrows

No todays or yesterdays

Mucho money.

Ain't no need for explanation

of a hundred throw away

Come on. What you got? That ain't nothing. What? Come on.

And you send some cash my way

Mucho money.

With the cash there in your pocket

You're the king

You're where it's at

Enough! You get back to work, and you get back to work.

Boss, I just need some hours of practice.

The Festival of San Juan is in three weeks, and I got to rehearse.

I got to run a business.

Hey, Boss, you should see him dance. He's great.

He's going to do it. He will clear the floor.

He's going to be sweeping floors if he doesn't get back to work.

All of you are!

Boss, it's the event of the year, and I'm going to be crowned.

You know, "King of Salsa"?

King of bullshit.

Get your mind on your work, Rico...

or you're going to dance your way right out of here.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

"For the first time in Puerto Rico, one night only, live, on stage...

"Mr. Dynamite, Mr. Out-Of-Sight, the hardest working man in showbiz.

"They call him the King of Salsa, they call him many things.

"Put your hands together, people, and give him a warm, San Juan welcome...

"Mr. Puerto Rico, Rico!"

Knock me down, step on my face Slander my name all over the place

I'll do anything that you want me to But, uh-uh, honey, lay off of my shoes

Now don't you step on my blue suede shoes

Do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes

One for the money, two for the show three to get ready, now go, cat, go

Now don't you step on my blue suede shoes

You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes

Said, one for the money, two for the show three to get ready, now go, cat, go

Now don't you step on my blue suede shoes

Well you can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes

Now, one for the money, two for the show three to get ready, now go, cat, go

Now, blue, blue, blue suede shoes, baby

Blue, blue, blue suede shoes gotta Blue, blue, blue suede shoes, baby

Blue, blue, blue suede shoes are Blue, blue, blue suede shoes, baby

Blue, blue, blue suede shoes, baby Blue, blue, blue suede shoes

My people, I love you, I'll be back.

My band.

Hi, Ken, chulo lindo.

- Have you seen Rico? - Sure, I seen Rico. And he's here with Vicki.

That's great!

How you doing?

- I'm happy to see you guys together. - Yeah? Good.

- Let's celebrate. - Okay. I'll get the drinks.

- Money, you know. - So you guys are on again?

- Yeah, we're on, we're off. We're on again. - You guys are crazy, man.

Guys, what are you guys doing over here, man?

All the hot stuff is over there.

- Come on, girl. - I don't know if we should be here.

- Besides, don't you have to be 18 to get in? - Leave that to me. You look 18.

I don't know...

Grow up! I don't believe you. Don't you know how to have fun?

Okay, but just for a while. My mom thinks we're at your house doing homework.

Please!

What is this? A family convention? You brought your little sister?

Rita, what are you doing here?

Come on! I just came to look.

You know, I've told you a million times, I don't want you here.

You know it's not right! You listening to me?

Rita, what do you want to drink?

This is my brother Rico.

Rico, this is Lola, my new friend from school. She drives.

It's a pleasure.

- You drive? - Yeah.

Will you drive my sister home then?

You guys have school tomorrow.

I always wanted a big brother.

- Hi. - Hi.

Margarita, I hardly recognized you, all dressed up.

Thanks, now try to convince my brother to let me stay for one dance.

Nobody's going to convince me to do anything. Just go home.

- Bye, Ken. - Good night, Margarita.

Good night.

Señoras y señores, presenting the Queen of Salsa...

La Luna!

And now, ladies and gentlemen...

a very special guest, and my friend...

the First Lady of Song...

La Reina De La Salsa, Celia Cruz...

and the great Willie Colon!

There's that boy Rico I was telling you about.

- Talk about charisma. - Yeah, Celia likes him.

Who doesn't?

- Leave him. - I don't want anyone jumping on stage.

He's not just anyone. Sit down!

Yeah, Rico, go!

Hey, Mom. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you.

It's okay.

You want something to eat?

No, thanks. Is Rita home?

Yes.

Try not to be so hard on her.

She needs your love. Since your father died, it's been...

Mom, I love her. I just worry. I don't want her hanging out at the club.

So, did you and Vicki clear the floor?

We danced.

I'm tired. Good night.

Good night, mi hijo.

Man, I'm drenched.

Yeah, my dad always said, "Don't sweat, unless you're getting paid for it."

Are you thinking about him?

- Who? - Ken.

What do you mean?

I saw how you were looking at him.

No, Ken is just like a brother to me.

Well, he's not your brother...

and he doesn't look at you like a brother, that's for sure.

He doesn't?

Does Rico have a girlfriend?

Yeah, sort of. Vicki.

Wait a minute. I hope you don't have any plans. Rico's too old for you.

Are you kidding? I've had older than him before.

You're so crazy.

I thought you knew me better than that.

Well, yeah, I know my brother. Rico only likes two things, Rico and salsa.

We'll see.

- Kenneth. Just on time. - Why, what's up?

I need a little favor.

- Another favor, man? - Yeah.

I want you to keep Rita busy while I make a move on her friend.

- Who? - Lola.

- She's just a baby, man. - And I'm a baby sitter.

- I don't like it. - Come on. Poquito, man, it's easy.

You know that rock singer I told you about?

He's going to be really famous someday.

Hi, you remember Lola?

Rita, I thought I told you not to mess with my stereo?

- This is Ken. - Hi.

So, getting some color?

- Trying to. - Yeah?

Rita, why don't you make us some drinks?

- All of us. - I'll get some iced tea.

Ken, why don't you give Rita a hand?

Yeah, sure.

Hi, Lola.

Hi.

So, I bought something for Rico.

- What is it? - It's a belt.

I got it for his birthday.

It's great.

- It's real leather. You think he'll like it? - Yeah, he'll love it.

Maybe I should get him a record or something.

This belt's great. I'd even borrow it.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

I don't know. Should I give it to him now, or wait until the party?

You should wait till the party.

Don't tell him there'll be more friends there.

- Really? - What's wrong with this buckle?

There's nothing wrong with it.

See?

Do you want me to wrap it for you?

Yeah, nothing too fancy.

Do you want it in a box?

A ribbon?

What?

The belt.

Oh, yeah.

Great apartment.

Where's your bed?

Cool system!

Hot with desire Possessed by your love

is where I belong

Great view.

I can feel it, girl, from across the room

Giving in to love

All right!

Down on my knees

I got you under my skin

I want you closer than sin

You got my body and soul

You have me out of control

I got you under my skin

Deep in my heart's where you live

You have me flesh to the bone

There's nothing you do not own

I need to spend every hour with a tropical flower

Without you, girl, I just cannot survive

And while the city is sleeping

The jungle is beating with sounds of love

From inside my heart

I'm giving in to love

I'm turning in the keys

Got it so bad

Down on my knees

I got you under my skin

I want you closer than sin

You got my body and soul

You have me out of control

I got you under my skin